I was overwhelmed with how happy and excited all our cousins were to spend the summer with us.
Tim was the oldest of them, and was my age. His face was a bit frightening, with glaring hazel eyes, runaway red hair, freckles, and his height. Plus, he had a bit of an underbite.
Jess was the اگلے oldest, maybe a سال یا two below me. She always reminded me of an angel, with her soft blonde curls, big blue eyes, dimples, and optimisitc outlook.
Joey was Jess's twin brother. He looked barely anything like her, with his dark hair falling in his equally dark eyes. He even acted differently from her.
Isaac was 11, the same age as Claire. He had boring brown hair matched with green eyes, catlike.
Amelia was 10. She had fiery red hair like Tim, but she had peculiar blue eyes that seemed almost purple. She was painfully shy, so shy I often wondered if she was afraid of her own shadow.
Makayla was the youngest at 6. She was so silly and carefree and was nice to everyone.
Then there was me, plain old Sadie, with my plain سٹرابیری, اسٹرابیری blonde hair that grew down my back and my gray eyes. Tall and skinny and pale. That was me. Blended into any crowd.
Claire was made similarly to me, tall and skinny with long hair. But her hair was curly and black, and she had sparkling blue eyes. I felt so out of place. But I told myself, Sadie, it will only be a short time. This is your family. Relax.
Tim was the oldest of them, and was my age. His face was a bit frightening, with glaring hazel eyes, runaway red hair, freckles, and his height. Plus, he had a bit of an underbite.
Jess was the اگلے oldest, maybe a سال یا two below me. She always reminded me of an angel, with her soft blonde curls, big blue eyes, dimples, and optimisitc outlook.
Joey was Jess's twin brother. He looked barely anything like her, with his dark hair falling in his equally dark eyes. He even acted differently from her.
Isaac was 11, the same age as Claire. He had boring brown hair matched with green eyes, catlike.
Amelia was 10. She had fiery red hair like Tim, but she had peculiar blue eyes that seemed almost purple. She was painfully shy, so shy I often wondered if she was afraid of her own shadow.
Makayla was the youngest at 6. She was so silly and carefree and was nice to everyone.
Then there was me, plain old Sadie, with my plain سٹرابیری, اسٹرابیری blonde hair that grew down my back and my gray eyes. Tall and skinny and pale. That was me. Blended into any crowd.
Claire was made similarly to me, tall and skinny with long hair. But her hair was curly and black, and she had sparkling blue eyes. I felt so out of place. But I told myself, Sadie, it will only be a short time. This is your family. Relax.
Hell is nothing مزید than the outcome of a natural life
Humans are not built for perfection یا purity
Every human no matter what is stained in someway
It could be a horrid thought, A mistaken word said
Perhaps actions that ended in consequence
This is why I chose not to fear it, but embrace it
If آپ are to believe in heaven یا hell than believe it’s whatever آپ want
Only the dead have seen it so how is we to know it’s a horrific place
Perhaps it is just a place آپ can be sent as a personal decision
I’m am not fully faithful, stepping into heaven would be fraud
I choose to accept whatever happens, in truth it is not me I worry about
Understand it’s all matter of opinion and I’m open to all
Humans are not built for perfection یا purity
Every human no matter what is stained in someway
It could be a horrid thought, A mistaken word said
Perhaps actions that ended in consequence
This is why I chose not to fear it, but embrace it
If آپ are to believe in heaven یا hell than believe it’s whatever آپ want
Only the dead have seen it so how is we to know it’s a horrific place
Perhaps it is just a place آپ can be sent as a personal decision
I’m am not fully faithful, stepping into heaven would be fraud
I choose to accept whatever happens, in truth it is not me I worry about
Understand it’s all matter of opinion and I’m open to all
